Underground Street, Grove Pharmacy.

Grove listlessly sent away a battered brotherhood thug, recorded his credit account in a book, and then lazily sat down behind the counter, warming himself with a bottle of wine and looking at his wife.

Organize shelves.

Not to mention the occasional street robberies and petty thefts, even if everything goes well, there is basically no profit in opening a drug store in Xiacheng District, but he, the versatile Grove, still takes root in this notoriously chaotic place.

It has been operating safely for more than ten years, which is really not something ordinary people can do.

In addition to the good connections his father made during his lifetime, the good cooperative relationship with the Underworld Brotherhood is also one of the reasons - now in the underground street, he is considered a big figure, who dares to look down on him?

Every time he thought of this, Grove felt a little proud, which made him look at his shop more contentedly, taking a sip of warm wine from time to time.

Dad, my foundation is much better than when you cheated and kidnapped me, right?

The door of the store was pushed open, causing the bell behind the door to ring.

And a cold wind seeping in from the street.

A visitor is coming.

Grove shivered under the cold and reluctantly raised his head from behind the counter - not to mention those blind little thieves who have not stopped for more than ten years.

"It's winter recently, and there's a shortage of medicinal materials, and there's not enough medicine for typhoid fever! If you insist on buying it, the price won't be convenient—"

Grove, who was repeating himself mechanically, was stunned for a moment when he saw the guest.

The person who opened the door was a tough guy with a strong build but a cold face. He lifted up his cloak to reveal the sword hilt at his waist, and looked at Grove condescendingly.

Behind him was another big man of the same stature. The latter was unlucky to be hung up by the rope of the doorbell and was startled. Then he held the weapon on his waist and looked around unhappily.

Grover was a little puzzled.

Haven't you heard of these two guys in the fraternity?

newcomer?

Or a robber?

Having lived in downtown for a long time, Grove's first reaction was to reach for a knife under the counter, but the appearance of a third person made him give up his mind:

He was a young man of average stature, with a childish face, and was obviously still growing.

I saw him lifting his hood and scanning the store blankly.

strangeness.

Grove muttered, he has seen a lot in these years, he has encountered all kinds of customers: those who are casually shopping, those who are sincere in bargaining, those who are poor but pretend to be wealthy, those who are rich but stingy...

But he couldn't tell the details of this young man. He couldn't tell whether he was a second-generation aristocrat from a wealthy family or a commoner in the lower city who was used to living a tight life. He couldn't tell whether he was a beaten gangster.

He is still a harmless and cute young master.

The young customer ignored him and just stretched out his hand to touch the rows of shelves, like a wanderer returning home for the first time.

On the other hand, his two strong men followed him. The first one was very wary and looked back from time to time. The one behind him lowered his hood and stared directly at Grove, hesitating to speak.

Grove saw the latter's appearance clearly, and his expression changed drastically.

"Damn it, it's you again," the drug store owner blurted out with a look of disgust and boredom:

"Stupid vigilance officer?"

Cohen, who was about to say hello to the boss, was startled:

"What did you say?"

Grove coughed, but the contempt in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"I mean...Karabyan Vigilance Officer."

Cohen's eyes lit up, and he ignored the young man walking around in the store and approached the counter:

"Well, I'm here today—"

"Okay, okay, don't come here to stir up trouble! I really don't sell any illegal drugs here," Grove sighed before he spoke, "and I have nothing to do with those gangs.

…”

Boom.

Holding the door open with his other arm, a short, fat man walked into Grove's pharmacy and looked around with interest.

Seeing the person clearly, Grove trembled all over and his words were choked!

"Ah, ah, Mo, Maurice?"

Grove looked at the new guest in front of him in horror.

But he reacted quickly and quickly adjusted himself and walked out of the counter. He forced a smile and spread his arms as if to hug:

"Maurice, Morris, Morris! A great friend is here!"

But Morris reached out mercilessly and pressed Grove's chest, preventing him from hugging him.

"Grove."

The big brother of the fraternity just nodded lightly and slowly but irrefutably pushed Grove back behind the counter.

The latter could only smile awkwardly and nervously.

Cohen's eyes widened.

"You... didn't you say you don't know each other? You and this fraternity scumbag!" Cohen said angrily.

But the two people chatting ignored him.

"Huan, welcome, Maurice, you, uh...do you have anything special to do?" Grove nervously looked at the fat man with an indifferent face, his words revealed humility and flattery.

"Relax," Morris squinted and patted the drug store owner on the shoulder: "Old man."

"I'll take a walk."

Grove was shocked when he was photographed, and then he reacted and forced a smile:

"Of course, of course!"

"Come on, take a walk! Honey, clean up the floor! Then bring out the pie you made!"

Grove's wife nervously grabbed the broom beside the shelf.

But Morris grabbed the boss's shoulder!

"Don't bother, just go see your friends and leave in a while." Morris said calmly.

But the more indifferent the brotherhood boss was, the more frightened Grove became.

"Okay, okay..." Grove waved his wife back and cautiously approached Morris. He first looked at the angry Cohen, and then pointed at the young man who was lost in thought by the shelf:

"What...what's going on? Why is there a security officer? And, who is that?"

Morris raised his eyebrows and turned around: Glover stood at the door and stared at him, his right hand holding the weapon, and the warning in his eyes never diminished.

"bodyguard."

The majestic fat man snorted:

"My friend's bodyguard."

Grove was stunned: "Friend?"

"Ah, a kid," Morris turned to look at the young man between the shelves and said with profound meaning:

"And a 'big' friend."

Grove blinked and looked at the boy with a change in his eyes.

He quickly shouted:

"Oh, uh uh, that customer had a great time shopping, haha!"

After saying this, Grover rolled his eyes, rubbed his palms together, and said with a smile:

"It just so happens that you're here, Maurice, the person I want to pay in advance for next month! Jenny, bring me the money bag!"

Morris frowned.

"Member?" Cohen's reaction was faster, and he immediately said angrily:

"Hey! How dare you charge protection money in front of me——"

Grove turned to the vigilance officer, serious:

"What the hell, protection money, don't talk nonsense! This is the money I owe my friend, I'm just paying back the money! Do you understand what I owe my friend?"

"Repay the money? Is there any "participation" in repaying the money?"

Cohen jumped to his feet and then said earnestly:

"I'm telling you, don't be afraid. The security officer is here to provide you with justice -"

From the shelves on the other side, the shop owner’s young wife came tremblingly:

"But, dear, we just made friends last month..."

Grove seemed to have found a breakthrough, turned back fiercely and said:
To be continued...